In My Head

It was spilled water

smoothly seeping

into the unclean floor.

Cheerful crowds

are simply passersby

to a small caution sign,

unsuccessful in halting

the lingering mess.

Curves, circles, and lines-

They all cross paths,

as the water spreads

so do the crowds.

Ignorance is bliss.

Until a wrong step

and someone slips-

A harsh landing.

Everyone stares,

watching the soundlessness

of me reaching out.